The Times is just too heavy, too unwieldy to carry along for a subway commute. And my commute is too short to really delve into it. But a random neuron reminded me of repeatedly reading how gay the Thursday Styles section is, so I handed over my dollar, atwitter with gay expection.
Imagine my flacidity upon finding these compelling articles (wearable computers?, plus-size workout wear?) Not one iota of gay. Did Gawker lie to me? Again, it was a random neuron, so I checked back and was reminded that the section decreased in homosexiness over time. Maybe it is backlash. Did the little gay flower of the Times wilt under the intense UV rays of Gawker?
Regardless, I won't be carrying this two pound albatross around next Thursday, unless, of course, Gawker tells me to.
